Thank you everyone who sent in lovely reviews and PM's, you helped, you really did. I'm still not sure if I'll come out to them yet, but I will.

Surprise, this is Part Two with a Part Three on it's way. This actually wasn't meant to go on this long, but hey, hope you enjoy (I think it may have dragged on a bit towards the end. Sorry if it gets boring.)

May not update tomorrow, I've got to write a review about Of Mice and Men. My friend started shipping them. (I kinda do)

Have a great day kids, and remember if you ever need someone to talk to, my PM box is always open.

Fez.

Heads from the other students popped out from doors, Charlie jogging up to where Castiel stood, tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure why he crying; the boy had seemed like he wanted to be Cas' friend and Cas wanted to be his friend, but maybe Dean just felt sorry for him.

Charlie was wearing blue tracksuit bottoms and a Large MARVEL T-shirt. She put an arm around him. "What happened?" she said, and Cas sobbed, leaning into Charlie's shoulder.

The teacher run into the bathroom and they could hear her talking in a low voice.

More teenagers crept down the corridor towards them, whispering among themselves about what had happened.

"What time is it?" Castiel's voice cracked and Charlie's face screwed up for a second. "I think it's around four. I didn't get a proper look at the clock."

Castiel sniffed, and Charlie wrapped her other arm around him, just as a scoff came from behind them .

"Good luck there, Charlie. He's a fag." a short pig-nosed boy mocked. Castiel thought he was called Crowley.

Castiel saw Charlie's eyes narrow. He grasped the back of her shirt, shaking, not wanting his best friend to get in trouble, just because of him.

"Charlie, no it's okay." he pleaded and Charlie looked back at him, her face softening. Castiel breathed out in relief, before Charlie took a step away from him and smashed her fist into Crowley's nose, without looking at him, Hermione punching Draco Malfoy style. Castiel was hit with a rush of respect for his badass friend. Crowley reeled back, his hands springing to nose, then took them away, looking in shock at his bloody hands. Castiel had to say that his nose did look better than before. Charlie looked at Castiel with satisfaction in her eyes, but it vanished when she saw the state he was in, holding him in a hug, trying to calm him down.

Then Meg, a girl who was friends with Charlie, and who Castiel had only spoken to a few times, appeared out of nowhere and got into the guy's face.

"What did you call Castiel?" she snarled, and Charlie looked on, her face strangely proud. Castiel shook harder, more tears coming down his face. He didn't want her to fight for him, he just wanted to see if Dean was okay and sleep a bit more and go home to Naomi telling him about the children she'd met and Hannah painting large, abstract pictures of his face.

"N-nothing." The boy stammered, blood pitifully trickling in his mouth.

"Say anything like that again and I'll-" but the furious dark-haired girl was cut of by the teacher's scream inside the room. Meg stepped back and the boy fled down the hall to his room and tissues.

"Get me Jeffery!" there was a shocked silence between the students, of hearing their teacher sound so scared and the fact that they didn't actually know who Jeffery was.

"Mr Evans!" but the man was jogging down the corridor, ignoring the students.

He disappeared into the room, going to shut the door, but seeing the students he blinked and said, "Go back to bed, everything is okay."

He shut it in Castiel's face, just as he was going to ask if he should come in with him, or go somewhere else.

The wave of calm that Mr. Evan's words had set upon the gathered children was immediately off-set by him saying 'Fuck, that's bad' a few seconds later.

Castiel sobbed again. A small group of girls broke off towards the back of the group, and walked back to their room, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Ash, Chuck and Benny, a few of the boys who weren't as bad towards Castiel, strode up to him, Charlie discreetly stepping in front of him.

"What happened?" And Castiel felt Meg step up behind him, as well as some of the worst boys, who were snickering. "Might want to step back a bit there Tomas." one of them laughed and Castiel heard Meg shuffle and a yelp of pain from one of them. Castiel had a feeling Meg just kicked one.

"Dean..." Castiel gulped and Charlie slowly rubbed his back, pulling a tissue out of her pocket. Castiel didn't think about how long it'd been in there and accepted it, wiping his cheeks and eyes.

"Dean was in the shower. He woke me up, s-singing." Castiel hiccupped and was surprised when Benny nodded.

"We heard that much."

"And he was halfway through one song, when there was a massive crash. And I got up, and he wasn't singing and I was knocking on the door, yelling his name. And then-" he took a moment to breathe, wiping roughly at the drying tears on his face.

"And then, I got the door open, and he'd managed to pull the shower curtain down and he, he was bleeding. And he was saying stuff but it was really slurred." Castiel had given up on trying to stop the tears, keeping his probably blotchy and red face down, moving his hand's hoping that they could explain something he couldn't say. "And he was saying weird stuff, not responding properly, something about the door and-"

One of the boys behind him laughed. "You saw him naked, wow, classy Novak." Castiel whipped around before Meg could, standing chest-to-chest with the boy who had said it.

"You're saying an awful lot about Dean being naked. Most normal people would have given up with the jibes when their friend was bleeding on the floor in the next room, but you only seem to want to hear about how he was naked. Is there something you want to tell us?" he snapped out in one breath, his words crashing into each other towards the end, fury blazing in his face.

When eh twisted back around, having successfully cowed the boy into silence, he caught Charlie raising an impressed eyebrow.

He gave her the whisper of a smile and looked Benny in the eye.

"He was bleeding, from his head. I think he slipped in the shower, fell out and hit his head along the way."

Ash bit his lip, glancing at the door. A few of the remaining teenagers, who had stuck around to listen to the story peeled off from the group, muttering as they retreated to their dorms.

Soon it was only Benny, Ash, Charlie and Castiel; Meg had sarcastically escorted the boys back to their dorm, her sharp tongue audible as she pushed the down to the other side of the corridor.

Chuck went back to his, Benny and Ash's dorm to get more tissues for Castiel.

They sat down backs against the wall, Charlie leaning her head against Castiel shoulder. Benny squatted opposite them, Ash spreading his legs across the floor.

Benny nodded, hands clasped in front of him. "Dean'll be okay." he said, assuredly and Castiel clenched his eyes shut, trying to banish the image of Dean looking up at him, one eye obscured by blood.

And the things Dean had said, 'You broke the door down... That was ho-' what was he going to say. Horrible of you? Horrendously stupid? ... Hot?

Castiel jerked his head in response to the thought, making Charlie look at him worriedly.

Of course Dean wouldn't say that, even if he was suffering head trauma. Did Castiel want him to say that? Did he like Dean? Did Dean like him?

Castiel buried his head his in hands, he was so screwed.